I hardly recognize her without a face full of coke.
The smarter of the two boys is begging a stranger to take him home.
No Mommy, I want to go with Denise instead!
You know, the Taliban may be onto something.
I’ll bet you a dollar at least one of them ended up on the tarmac that night.
Well, I can’ t have her, but at least she’s miserable.
Something tells me at least one of those little fuckers is a serial killer just waiting to happen. And of course Charlie will blame it all on Denise.
I’m impressed she can stand up straight,
but it’s only because the little shitheads
are balancing her. If either one let’s go,
she falls down.
“Denise!…Don’t run from me… Take these horrible little fuckers back!”
“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want them. Would someone please put them back on isle 3?”
The Sheen is strong in this one…
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